glamorous British spies – Contemplating the divine

A kiss on the boot

…may be quite deferential. But diamonds…

Double what he himself would normally have to pay, that is. So about six times the going rate for a ‘normal’ client. But he does get to keep the shoes and ‘normal’ clients don’t get to keep the lady, so I guess he’s ahead.

Very directly. She’d appreciate short and truthful answers too and frankly you are likely to be gasping and crying out too much to think of (still less articulate) anything complicated.

I think she should just get on with it. A few little buzzes and he’ll almost certainly find that he agrees with her – on this and on everything.

Probably something to do with swimming. Maybe you can ask her about it later – but I’m sure you’ll both have better ideas for how to spend your wedding night than reliving old school memories.

I think the phrase he’s looking for is “Ma’am yes Ma’am!”.

Fiercely feminine

Take it from me as a long-serving married man, you really don’t want to discuss it. Let alone ‘discuss’ it.

Obviously.

There’s a thin line between chivalry and criminal sexism but fortunately we have women to help police that line – and run the re-education camps for anyone who teeters over it.

He’s just a bit nervous about getting married… which is silly, really, when you think about it.

Actually, the entire blog is literally nothing but a lot of fuss over a little smacked bottom. With wholly inadequate thinking time set aside for it.

Her husband, her rules

She doesn’t need any limits, so why would you?

Actually, the disciplinary spankings can also be part of a healthy, active sex life, as long as it’s understood that it’s not yours.

It’s a day to express gratitude, so don’t forget to do that. Oh – and to count, too.

Don’t worry: ‘the good bit’ goes on for a long time.

When she says she ‘doesn’t believe a word of it’ she means the story, obviously. She fully agrees with the statement that was actually tattooed on.

Their beauty and their style

He can do 100 words a minute – most of them being ‘sorry’.

I don’t see why it’s so unethical. I mean, consent was sought and freely… well, consent was given anyway, which is the main thing.

She’s always hungry. She always needs to feed. She must eat. All she gets is nasty Orcses.

I think we can all agree that anyone doing that deserves whatever Hayley feels like handing out (and she’s a big strong girl).

Romance, revenge and healthy exercise, all in one long, happy afternoon.

In Goddess we trust

She can make time, though, if need be.

Many men don’t remember but then their lives are busier than his. Not that that’s an excuse, obviously.

No pain, no gain as my SO likes to say.


What’s weird about screaming when you’ve just had your genitals electrocuted? Perfectly normal reaction if you ask me. What’s that? You didn‘t ask me? Oh, OK, then. Sorry.

I hope she doesn’t hurt herself.

…and an extra one, just to be topical. Well… moderately topical, in that it is only a few days out of date. Unless OnlyFans have reversed their policy reversal back again, or something.

Loving tyranny

But if we’re going to have a talk then surely I shouldn’t be wearing a gag? I don’t think she’s thought this through.

After the war, those that survived the mission never spoke about what they went through. They did their duty, that’s all anyone needs to know.

My SO is almost like a human lie detector. When I know I’ve done something wrong and she questions me about it, my heart starts racing and I go into a cold sweat.

My SO loves acting out teasing and denial fantasies. Admittedly, we’ve only tried it once but it’s going very, very well.

It’s her book club choice, so the house’ll be full of her friends eager to discuss it, at the weekend. Better get the drinks and nibbles in.

It’s alarming how charming she feels

She’s a perfectionist – and you’re a long way from perfect. Still, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, as they say.

Obviously it’s going to be a bit tense for you, waiting to learn the outcome. You’ll be able to hear them at it, in the next room, so if you hear her have an orgasm, you’ll know she – what’s that? You don’t know what your wife’s orgasm sounds like? Oh. OK. Well, best of luck anyway.

He used to practice a hands-on management style, but I expect those days are over now.

What’s the hockey stick got to do with it? Honestly, don’t they teach them how to speak properly in schools these days?

There was something actually but… erm… oh, nothing important. It can wait.

Regulars

Obviously, this blog prides itself on being fresh, original and creative unlike those awful, repetitive ‘adult’ blogs that just consist of the same thing all the time. Good captions, for instance – imagine how tedious it would be if I published those all the time.

Nonetheless, taking advantage of fact that males have short memories and attention spans, the blog does feature a few regular stars. Famous dommes, obviously, such as Mistress Eleise, The Hunteress or the OWK Ladies (especially Katarina). But also some lovelies whose sadism and dominance is masked beneath a vanilla persona. Each such lady has her own ‘tag’ used to label a post featuring her, but as no one but me has any idea which tag refers to which goddess, it’s all a bit pointless.

Hence this post. Five regulars are featured below, in new never before seen captioned images. Can you name them all? Can you match them to their ‘tags’, listed in the labels section of this post? Try clicking that label and seeing if you were right.*

The accent’s quite important. Clue: its not a mid-Western American drawl and if you are reading it to yourself like that, you’re doing it wrong.

It is a truth rarely acknowledged that any Tumblr featuring high-heeled leggy ladies will one day discover this goddess and post about twenty pictures in a row, all of her. I have at least that many captioned images of her, but as so often in your sex life, I’m afraid you are just going to have to wait.**

Goddess playing a demi-goddess. Slumming it a bit, therefore, but I am not complaining.

A new addition to the pantheon, this Goddess. But we’ll be seeing more of her.***

Anyone who gets this one wrong, let me know so I can block you from seeing the blog ever again. In fact, I think I should install a gadget that pokes you vigorously and repeatedly in the eye, if ever you try to visit. Then there’ll only be two readers.

* Hmm? No, I know you don’t see the same captioned image if you click the label, moron. I mean you see different captioned images of the same goddess. Yeah? These are new: I did say that. Got it now?

** Yes, you do have to spell her surname correctly, to win the prize. Anyway, there isn’t a prize.

*** What? No of course I don’t mean you’ll be seeing her nipples, you wretched little man. Not on this blog. I just mean you’ll be seeing her more frequently. Why are you asking all these questions?

Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do

Mistress Apple, there, of course and she’s right, they will.

Off to your mystery honeymoon destination. Exciting!

My SO enjoys watching me write my name. There’s a whole bunch of forms waiting for me, as soon as I’ve finished this post. They’re all in Arabic, so I’ve no idea what they say but apparently they’re very important.

Peggy pegs.

People can be so cruel. Especially men. Bastards.

He can explore his submisive side. Or not. It really won’t make much of a difference either way.

Kindness costs nothing

… but structured, skillfully-applied cruelty can be quite expensive. Worth every penny, though.

Unlike many modern feminists, Clara actually quite enjoys explaining things to sexists.

…and if you’re not OK with it, she can work that into the scene too.

Reminds me of the time I had to unpack all of my luggage in front of two lady customs officers, once. Goodness, their contemptuous laughter still rings in my ears. It’s not that I had anything embarassing in the luggage, you understand. I just have this effect on women.

Thank goodness it’s nothing personal.

Oh, not again… you know, I think her watch might be a bit fast, actually.